Kreios
wildcat of the falls
TheFeild is busy today, as it often is in Spring, and I choose to bide my time. I am content to watch for a while, following the movements of strangers as they court and convince others that their herd or kingdom is best. I’ve done the same thing, and intend to today, but I am waiting to see if anything more interesting comes along.
The dun filly that catches my eye is far from a promising recruit, but she sticks out like a sore thumb in the crowd of well-groomed mares and stallions. She’s too young to be here, I think’ she’s no older than Ygritte’s blue twins.
Knowing the impact that my presence can make, I approach slowly, my head low and a friendly smile on my face. “Hello there,” I say once I’m within hearing range, nodding my spotted head in a polite greeting. “I’m Kreios,” I tell her, noting the way that her ribs poke through her thin skin even in this season of plenty. She must have had a hard winter – presumably one without her mother if her age is anything to go by. “What brings you to the field?”
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god